Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.